Richard and I sat quietly typing away. He on his Royal typewriter, me on my laptop. The sounds of his keys paused for a moment, but I continued on deep on concentration I heard a small chuckle release from his lips. Startled, I turned to him to see he was watching me intently.
“What?” I asked.
He only shook his head and returned to his work.
“No, really, what?” I asked.
He waved his hand at me as if to say, “Nothing. Forget about it.”
The sound of his keys rang out clearly as he continued to type.
“I need a word,” I said.
“Hmm?” he did not turn from his work.
“I need a word for something,” I continued sitting back in my chair.
“Coffee,” he answered.
“No,” I shook my head.
“You need coffee,” he stood and headed toward the kitchen. “Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”